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Emi-Chan: G O D D E S S�� 6 9
- EPISODE FOUR -
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����� A WORD FROM THE AUTHOR ...
A little disclaimer about body proportions:� All of the extreme descriptions contained within these stories are for effect only!� Do not try to figure out Emi�s bustline; you�d probably come out with some astronomical figure!� Just sit back and enjoy, and don�t make it into a science (unless you dig it; then by all means ...).
����� A red Ferrarri will be awarded to the first reader who identifies the Chrono Trigger reference in this episode!� (NOTE:� Prize may or may not actually exist.)
����� Also, the first person to e-mail me a picture of himself doing the Charleston on top of Big Ben will receive an all-expenses-paid dinner daite with the real Emi Yutaka!� (NOTE:� Emi Yutaka may be played by a man.)
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����� In class, Morgan sits silently, brooding, glaring furiously across the room at the oblivious Emi-chan, who sits contentedly in her seat.� Okina-sensei rambles on, but Morgan doesn�t hear her.� She�s too shocked by Emi ... and her walloping breasts.
MORGAN:� [whispering to herself]� H-how did she do it??
����� Emi-chan raises her hand.
OKINA-SENSEI:� Y-yes, Emi?
EMI-CHAN:� [standing up, bringing her massive bust fully into view]� May I take another trip to the waterfountain, please?
OKINA-SENSEI:� Is there some problem, Emi?� This is the fifteenth time this class period!
EMI-CHAN:� Uhm ... no, sensei!� I�m just a little thirsty!
����� Emi-chan�s booming boobs protrude enormously from her slender form, barely contained by her tightly-stretched uniform.
OKINA-SENSEI:� Well, I suppose so.
EMI-CHAN:� [Lighting up]� Thank you!
����� She bounces towards the door, swings it open, and quickly disappears.
KEISUKE:� That Emi ...
YASUHIRO:� I can�t beleive it either.
YUYA: ...
����� Alone in the bathroom, Emi sighs with pleasure, that warm sensation once again throbbing through her chest, her breasts swelling larger still.
EMI:� Ahhhhhh!
����� She looks down at her walloping boobs and smiles, then turns to the mirror.� The white, hopelessly stretched button-down shirt hangs open, Emi�s soft, massive breasts protruding phenomenally and looking lucious and simply beautiful.
EMI-CHAN:� Oh BABY!� [she laughs]� 405 brassiere-busting, blouse-bursting growth spurts!
SACHIE:� [Emerging from one of the stalls]� Admiring your charming physique, Emi?� [She�s stone cold]
EMI-CHAN:� [Breaking a nervous sweat and turning deep red as she hastily jerks the thin blouse around her immense chest]� Uh - heh - hi, Sachie!!
SACHIE:� So ... what�s up, Emi?
����� Sachie glares at Emi.� Emi gulps.
SACHIE:� Things going well for you?� HM!?
EMI:� Uh ... yeah. ...
SACHIE:� [She grins madly]� JUST WONDERING!!
����� There is an extremely awkward pause.
EMI:� You okay, Sachie?� You look kinda ... disturbed.
SACHIE:� OHHH, I�m just FINE!
����� She continues to grin widely.� A large bead of sweat forms on Emi�s forehead.
EMI:� Hey, Sachie, you�re freaking me out ... heh heh ...
SACHIE:� Really?� Good!� I just want you to feel what it�s like!
EMI:� ... What WHAT�S like?
SACHIE:� FEAR!!
EMI:� [Thinking to herself]� Okay, she�s lost it.
SACHIE:� You can get anything you want, can�t you, with your shaking and your bouncing.� All you gotta do is wag your butt and pout your lips and break open your blouse, and anything�s yours!
EMI:� Hey, Sachie, chill out, will you!?� It�s not like I�ve had it easy ...
SACHIE:� Oh NO!?� It sure looks that way to ME!!
EMI:� Oh YEAH!?!?
SACHIE:� YES!!
EMI:� DO I MAKE YOU SICK OR WHAT!?
SACHIE:� THAT�S RIGHT, EMI YUTAKA, YOU MAKE ME SICK!!� YOU�RE JUST LIKE THAT DISGUSTING SEIYOKU GODDESS!!!!
EMI:� [Startled] ... what?
SACHIE:� YOU�VE BECOME JUST LIKE HER!� YOU KNOW I HATE THAT!!
����� A long moment of silence.� Emi breaths deeply, feeling angrier than she ever felt in her life.� In fact, she rarely feels anger.� Now, she�s lit from within by a thousand fires.� How could Sachie, her best friend in the world, betray her?
EMI:� Okay, Sachie.� You want a fight?
SACHIE:� No, Emi.� I just don�t ever want to see you again.
����� And she leaves.� Emi is left standing there alone.� That phrase was the hardest blow Sachie could have delivered at that moment.
EMI:� Ohhhh ....
����� That night, Emi sits alone in her room, the door locked.� Cross-legged on her bed, the pink and white sheets strewn around her, she stares into the full-length mirror, placed across from her so that she can admire her flourishing body.� Physically, she is exhausted.� Her womanly pink lips parted slightly, she breathes heavily, her soft chest swelling gently to her breathing, glistening with persperation.
EMI:� And THAT would be ... [she speaks groggily to herself) ... five-hundred-and-ninety-nine brassiere-busting, blouse-bursting, boob-boosting growth spurts ... [she smiles and giggles dumbly] ... and I�M JUST GETTING STARTED!� [Assuming a game-show-announcer-voice:]� �Contestant number 1, which catergory will it be?�� [In a different, high-pitched voice:]� �I�ll take �Totally Stacked� for 600, Alex.�� �Excellent choice!� The answer is: Emi Yutaka.� �Who is totally stacked?�� �That�s right!� YOU JUST WON AN ALL-EXPENSES-PAID TRIP TO TAHITI!�
����� Again she places her hands upon her soft nipples and lets the warmth flow, pulsing, through her body.� Her breathing accelerates for a moment, then subsides.� She smiles.
EMI:� Ah.� That was nice.
GRAN:� Emi-chan!
EMI:� GRAN!?
GRAN:� I�m here, Emi-chan.� Watching you.� I see ... er ... you have grown.
EMI:� [blushing fuscia]� Er ... yes!
GRAN:� Well ... that�s ... nice ... but ...
EMI:� Huh?� I thought it was good for Seiyoku to be buxom!
GRAN:� It is!� But ... well, YOU, Emi-chan, are ... BEYOND �buxom!�� No Seiyoku in history has been as well-built as you are.
EMI:� REALLY?!
GRAN:� Yes, it is true.� And this could make you powerful ... but only if you train, and use your buxomness for good purposes!� You see, I fear you have become a bit side-tracked ...
EMI:� Well, maybe a little ... [she breaks down crying]� OHHHH, IT�S BEEN HORRIBLE, GRAN!� I�M SO DEPRESSED!� I STAYED UP ALL NIGHT MAKING MY BOOBS BIGGER AND ... I DRANK AN ENTIRE SIX-PACK OF CHERRY COKE!!!!!!
GRAN:� Calm down.� You must not abandon your friends.� Reconcile your differences with Sachie.� And GET THE ARMOR!!
EMI:� Oh yeah, that ...
GRAN:� The time has come for you to confront Raibaru once and for all.� You have such potential!� Do not fail the Seiyoku line, Emi-chan!
EMI:� I�ll do it, Gran!� *Sob!*
GRAN:� Now listen carefully.� I�m only going to explain this once; I want to get to the exciting part as much as anyone, you know.� Once you have weakened Raibaru to a state of submission, use the ancient, most secretive technique of the Seiyoku line, the one which is only imparted in times of dire need and which has been guarded for centuries on a scroll in a moutain-top castle on a tiny island one hundred miles from any coast, shrouded in enchanted mist and guarded by immortal soldiers of fortune!� (Also check us out on the web!� http://www.mysticaltechniques.com)
EMI:� What is it?
GRAN:� I�m getting to it!� The only way to defeat Raibaru is to absorb her life-energy � take her inside of you!� It�s called the �Loopy Swish.�
EMI:� [mumbling]� That�s a pretty stupid name. ...
GRAN:� Yeah, well I sure as heck didn�t make it up!� Anyhoo, at this point your souls will be in conflict within your body � usually checkers or coin-toss, but any method of conflict will do, really.� If your soul triumphs, you will absorb Raibaru forever, and gain her powers.� If, however, Raibaru wins ...
EMI:� Yes?
GRAN:� ... well, it hasn�t ever happened, so I don�t really know.� But my instinct says it would be bad ... bad for YOU!� Bad for EVERYYYYYYONNNNNNNNE!!
EMI:� Jeepers!� Thank god reading this story is free!
����� The next morning, Emi-chan strides confidently through the school hallways.� Boys (and, well, just about everyone) gawks at her newly enlarged chest, which shakes and jiggles with every step she takes.� But today Emi has her mind set on one thing:� Raibaru.� She must retreive the Holy Armor.
����� Emi struts into the Headmaster�s office, and whips off her blouse.� Her garganuan, pointing boobs protrude wildly from her slender form.
OKINA:� [sitting in his chair behind the desk]� Can - can I h-help you?
����� He finds that his throat has gone dry.
EMI-CHAN:� [smiling, in her smoothest, sexiest voice]� You certainly can!� I�ve got this little problem, see?
����� She walks around the side of the desk as she talks, bringing her colossal, slowly bobbing boobs closer and closer to Okina-sensei (who nervously inches back in his chair).
EMI-CHAN:� It�s a little, tiny, almost insignificant problem I have ...
����� She stops, standing directly over Okina-sensei, and she reaches up and pulls out a pin, allowing her waves of golden-red hair to cascade down about her shoulders.� Intimidatingly massive nipples point, inches from Okina-sensei�s face.
EMI-CHAN:� [coming closer still]� Such a small, negligible, petite, dainty, wee little problem wouldn�t pose a problem for you, would it?
OKINA-SENSEI:� [staring straight at her chest]� N-no ...
EMI-CHAN:� [her bosom heaving with a great sigh]� Oh, GOOD!� I can�t wait!
����� Now she throws herself at him, embracing him tightly around the neck, her luxuriantly immense and naked boobs pressing firmly into his chest.� With a flourish, Emi-chan plants a glorious, wet kiss on Okina-sensei�s lips (and doesn�t hesitate to add a little tongue, either).
EMI-CHAN:� [Slowly drawing herself up]� Good.� Here�s what I need from you. ...
����� Morgan is shoved into the gymasium without a word of explanation.� Immediately she spots Emi standing on the other end of the wide wooden floor.� They have been left alone.
MORGAN:� I see you have the school management wrapped around your proverbial little finger ... ripped from the dull relative tranquility of class by two members of the custodial staff ... that�s not standard treatment, is it?
EMI:� [all business]� Not standard, no; a special arrangement.� The school is being evacuated to accommodate us.� It�s the end of the story, Raibaru!� You and me: the finish!� I didn�t want any innocent people getting hurt by accident ...
MORGAN:� HA!� That�s a laugh!� What, you think you can beat me because your boobs have ballooned like baby whales?� There�s more to it than that, darling!
EMI:� [ignoring the taunting and throwing back her shoulders proudly]� We end it now!� I, the 69th generation of the goddess Seiyoku, most powerful and buxom of the pure Seiyoku line, challenge you!� Protect me, ancestors!
MORGAN:� And I, the 69th generation of the evil Raibaru, stacked and nasty future rulers of earth, say you�re crazy!� You wouldn�t live for a second against me in a real battle.� I still have the armor, remember?� And besides that, everyone knows that vile trickery and grumpiness will always triumph over good.� Look, pretty soon the armies of darkness will marshal their forces against this world � yadda yadda yadda � and there really isn�t anything you can do about it.� So quit wasting your time, huh?
EMI:� Here we go.� Turn over the armor or I�ll attack ...!
MORGAN:� Give me a break ... That�s like �give me a gun or I�ll shoot you!�� Attack with what?
EMI:� [setting her feet firmly and holding her hands out, palms up]� SEKUSHII NA MEGAMI NO HANABI!!
����� The air crackles and a yellow-pink burst of sun and sakura blossoms shoots towards the high ceiling of the gymnasium, then peaks and dives towards Morgan.
MORGAN:� Ahhh!!
����� The energy snaps against her body like a giant rubber band, sending her flying into a distant wall.� Picking herself up, coughing, Morgan glances up to see Emi standing fiercely over her.� Her boobs absolutely overwhelm, project, shake ... she smiles and winks and bounces her heavy white pals in her hands a few times � they jiggle in appreciation.
EMI:� I�ve been training hard.
MORGAN:� Evidently.
����� As Morgan stands, Emi takes a single stride forward, and her massive mammaries push their adversary against the wall.� Morgan struggles a little to breathe, her neck pressed by ferocious cleavage and her chin cradled between the massive bosoms� prows.
EMI:� I have you pinned.� Now turn over the Armor and leave Nekara.� You and all your descendants forever, Raibaru!
MORGAN:� [her eyebrows knitting together and her face darkening]� So you�re serious, eh, Seiyoku?
����� Her voice twists, strangely � Emi thinks the lights are going out � maybe she�s dizzy, but ...
MORGAN:� You really don�t know what you�re up against, Seiyoku.
����� The world � everything � goes black, except for the head of Raibaru, growing pale, still talking ...
MORGAN:� You have grown strong, but I too am strong.� And I have the breastplate.� You would need twice your current strength to pose even a modest threat to Raibaru.� The dark wind howls ...� Can you hear it, Seiyoku?
����� Emi blurs, reels ... can�t get a grip ... it�s so dark ...
MORGAN:� [whispering]� Darkness come ...
����� Emi staggers back, and Morgan is free.� So cold ...
MORGAN:� ZAIAKU NO PANCHI!
����� Like a thousand icicles exploding, Morgan�s attack blasts Emi twenty feet into the air, to land bruised and aching on the hard floor.
MORGAN:� Prepare for the Ultimate Clich�!� ... I mean Pain!
����� Outside, the entire student body stands on the athletic field in relatively orderly rows, as faculty patrol up and down, keeping them silent.
KEISUKE:� Hey, Yasuhiro, don�t you think it�s a little wierd for a fire drill to take 45 minutes?
YASUHIRO:� Yeah, what d�you suppose is going on?
YUYA:� Guys, I don�t see Emi anywhere.� She�s kinda hard to miss, you know.
YASUHIRO:� She does have a way of sticking out ...
����� Keisuke punches his arm in return for the terrible pun.
YASUKIRO:� [laughing]� Sorry, sorry!
OKINA-SENSEI:� You three!� Quiet!
KEISUKE, YASUHIRO, and YUYA:� Hai, sensei ...
����� Suddenly ...
KEISUKE:� There�s Emi-chan!
����� He points skyward at a distant female form, exploding through the roof of the gymnasium followed by a trail of pitch black smoke.
YASUHIRO:� Hey, where�s she going?� Wait up, Emi-chan!!
YUYA:� Hang on a second, guys!� She might be hurt!
����� At that moment a second figure explodes from the gymnasium, this one propelled by a force of its own will.� It flies skyward, catches Emi, and hurls her down towards the athletic field where the entire school population is gathered.
KEISUKE:� Emi-chaaan!� Finally you�re coming to me!!� Ha ha haahhh!
����� He runs to catch her, and conveniently breaks her fall.
EMI:� [barely able to stand]� Cough cough ...
����� The second figure lands lightly next to Emi, bends down, and picks her up by the neck.� Emi dangles a foot off the ground, helpless.� The figure holding her is Morgan, but she seems to have transformed ... her skin has grown scaly, crusted with turqoise rock and sprouting black fur, her eyes glassy and animal, red like all hell while her wolf teeth glisten.� She laughs a deep laugh.
MORGAN:� Any last words, Seiyoku?
����� Everyone gasps!!
OKINA-SENSEI:� Emi is Seiyoku?!?!
KEISUKE:� I don�t beleive it!
YASUHIRO:� But she looks nothing like ... oh, wait a sec ...
SOME OTHER KID:� I knew that ... What, you guys didn�t know?
EMI:� I do ... have one last question, actually ...
MORGAN:� Speak.
EMI:� Cough ... Um, why don�t they make Wonderbra in a G-cup?
MORGAN:� Because girls with G-cups look busty enough already!
EMI:� Well, your opinion ...
MORGAN:� Enough!� LIFE DRAIN!!
����� Another flash of light, and as Morgan holds Emi�s limp form aloft, a strange transformation occurs.� Emi begins to ... shrink?
KEISUKE:� What are you doing to Emi?
YASUHIRO:� Now you�ve REALLY crossed the line!
YUYA:� Emi!!!
����� The other students (and faculty, for that matter) stand petrified, as Emi�s bust disappears alltogether, gradually, growing smaller, smaller, smaller still, smaller (it takes a long time for Emi), until her chest is utterly flat.� But it seems that Morgan isn�t done yet; Emi begins to become younger, losing the soft curves of womanhood and retreating to skinny prepubescence.� When Raibaru finally releases her, Emi falls to the ground dirty, utterly spent, and about six years old.
YUYA:� EMI-CHAAAAAAAN!!
EMI:� YUYA-KUUUUUUUN!!
TESTUO: �KANEDAAAAAA!!
KEISUKE:� Hey, she�s a cute little kid!� Aww ...
����� Yuya rushes forward and embraces the young Emi, enclosing her in his arms.� A tear runs down his cheek.
MORGAN:� What are you trying to do?� Hello!� Evil plot in progress here!� Please proceed to the next operational check-out lane!
YUYA:� Oh Emi-chan ... I love you.
����� And with that, Emi�s eyes open: young and innocent.� She smiles dreamily.
EMI:� I love you too, Yuya. ...� I love you.
MORGAN:� Ohh, what are you doing?� [glaring at the croud]� Which one of you told him that Love conquers all?� And after all this work ...
YUYA:� I love you Emi!!
����� Emi begins to grow!
YUYA:� I love you!
����� She becomes tall, her hips broaden, her lips round out ...
YUYA:� I love you ...
KEISUKE:� I love you too, Emi!
YASUHIRO:� Yeah!� and me too!� I love you, Emi-chan!
����� Her hair becomes long; it shines; it�s brilliant orange-gold!
ANOTHER GUY:� I love you Emi!
AND ANOTHER:� Me too!
ANOTHER STILL:� I love you!
����� And now her blouse begins to rise, two small swells of blossoming woman growing underneath the silken fabric ...
KEISUKE:� I love you!� I love you!� I LOVE YOU, EMI!� I want to [CENSORED TO PROTECT THE READER�S SENSIBILITIES]
EVERYONE:� WE LOVE YOU, EMI-CHAN!!
YUYA:� Emi!� Wake up!� I love you!
SACHIE:� Emi, I ... I�m sorry!� I LOVE YOU TOO!!
����� Her eyes flash open now, brilliantly!� Slowly she rises, and the wind plays in her hair.� Her bosom tests the fabric of her blouse; she has been restored!� She smiles, and her skin seems to glow the faintest bit, like a true goddess ...
MORGAN:� No!� NO!!� It�s not possible!
����� Emi smiles still, as though time runs slower for her than anyone else.� And she seems to move now in slow-motion, as she brings her open palms up to her soft pink nipples, bumps in the fabric ...
EMI:� Raibaru, it was you who underestimated me.� I�m not through at all.� I�m just getting started ...
����� And she breathes.� And her bosom heaves.
EMI:� Six-Hundred-and-One!
����� Like a sonic boom the air explodes and sparks crackle overhead.� The crowd of students stirs about fearfully.
KEISUKE:� Ahh!� What�s she doing!
YASUHIRO:� Oh my god ... look at her!� Keisuke, LOOK!
����� Smoke swirls around Emi, standing tall, glowing, her hair glowing, her skin ... and her breasts, bountious and pressed together, glowing ... and bigger.
KEISUKE:� So THAT�S how she ...
EMI:� Six-Hundred-and-Two!
YASUHIRO:� You�re kidding me ...
EMI:� Six-Hundred-and-Three!
KEISUKE and YASUHIRO:� GO-O-O-O-O-O EMI!!!
EMI:� Six-Hundred-and-Four!� Six-Hundred-and-Five!� Six-Hundred-and-Six!� Six-Hundred-and ...
����� The crowd begins to chant zealously along with her, until she speaks too fast for anyone to follow.� The flashes come faster and faster, until her words are unintelligible, and the light around her blurs, and all one can see and hear is a spinning purple fire and a rapid successsion of explosions.� Eventually she slows, her voice reemerges from the cacophony, and one can make out her words ...
EMI:� Nine-Hundred-and-Ninety-Eight!� Nine-Hundred-and-Ninety-Nine!� ONE THOUSAND!
����� She stops, smiles, wipes some persperation from her brow.� She takes a deep breath, her chest heaving ... she falters, stumbles back.� The crowd is dead silent.
EMI:� [breathing too hard to speak]� One ... thousand ... and ...
����� Keisuke and Yasuhiro exchange shocked glances.
YASUHIRO:� 1000 seemed like a nice round number.
EMI:� ... OOOONNNNEEEE!!!!
����� A final explosion, and Emi�s blouse shreds apart entirely, its fragments scattered to the far corners of the earth.� And her full lips turn upwards in triumph.
EMI:� One-Thousand-and-One brassiere-busting, blouse-bursting, back-breaking, boob-boosting growth spurts, BABY!� Here I am!!
����� The crowd goes absolutely wild, and Emi hangs her gorgeous strawberry tongue from her mouth, and pushes her titanic breasts � her jiggling mounds of woman-flesh � upwards, their incredible mass barely balanced on her dainty hands.
EMI:� You said I�d need to double my power in order to defeat you.� Well: how do I look now?� You think Pamela Anderson has anything to worry about?
����� She laughs and shrugs her beautiful smooth shoulders.
MORGAN:� You win this time, Seiyoku!� But know this: ultimately, the Raibaru line will triumph!
KEISUKE:� [whispering to Yasuhiro]� I feel a sassy one-liner coming on ...
EMI:� [her jaw set firmly]� Save it for the sequel, honey.
YASUHIRO:� Good call, man.
EMI:� LOOPY SWISH!!
����� A final light detonates, and the world turns white, and through the light there is nothing but silence.� Then form and features return; the light passes.� And there is Emi, sprawled on the grass, stripped to her panties, smiling and moaning in a low kitty cat whine, and slowly, dreamily stroking her soft bulging breasts.
YASUHIRO:� Um ... she�s BIG ... bigger, huh?
KEISUKE:� Yes.� A lot.� Bigger.� She�s ... nice, huh ...
YASUHIRO:� I think I gotta go ...
����� That night ...
����� Emi stands alone in a dark field.� Above, the stars cap the sky.
EMI:� Gran ...
GRAN:� I�m so glad you called!� How�d everything go today?� I�m just kidding darling; I can see everything now, remember?
EMI:� Um, yeah.� I know, Gran.� Well ... [she grins, speechless]� I did it, huh?� Ha ha!
GRAN:� Yes, you have defeated Raiibaru, Emi.� But she will return in the next generation.� Even if Morgan�s family were utterly destroyed, the spirit of Raibaru would live on; it would find a new bloodline.� But that�s not for you to worry about.� That�s for the sequel.
EMI:� Well, that�s good to know.� I�m exhausted!
GRAN:� Yes, how ARE you, hm?� How are you enjoying your new bustline?
EMI:� [blushing]� I�ve ... gotten used to it ...
GRAN:� HAH!
EMI:� [blushing more!]� OKAY!� SO I like it.� Okay, so I really really ... love it!� I feel so delicious!� I never felt this way about my breasts before, but they�re so ... abundant!� Glamorous!� I�ve never felt this good, Gran!
GRAN:� I�ve noticed!� You ought to know, however, that I�ve been chatting with your ancestors�
EMI:� You talk to them??
GRAN:� Oh yes, they�re all up here.� You know, you wouldn�t expect ancestors to make so much noise ...� Anyway, they�ve been talking about you and your ... enthusiasm for your Seiyokian bustiness, and they find it simply outrageous what you�ve done.
EMI:� Really?!
GRAN:� [chuckling to herself]� Don�t worry, Emi-chan; they�re just envious, you know.� But you must know, you are blazing new paths in cup sizes!
EMI:� [really blushing now]� I really didn�t want them quite THIS big, y�know ...
GRAN:� Of course, child.� And maybe it�s best that they stay where they are ...
EMI:� Oh, absolutely!� If anything, they�re a little too big!� Always getting in the way, and that sort of thing.� I�m definitely through with growth spurts � don�t worry!
GRAN:� I know, Emi-chan.� You�ve done a fine job.� Now all that�s left to finish the story is a party at Keisuke�s house.
EMI:� Keisuke�s house?
GRAN:� Yes, he and your friends at school are throwing a party for you.� Oh, that�s right, you�ll probably get the invitation tomorrow.� I see everything, remember?� I�ve got to go, but remember, Emi, I�ll always be with you in some small, almost imagined, slightly psychotic kind of way.� ... Except next week; I�ll be in Jersey then for a �Silver-Age Centerfolds� convention.� But drop me a line any time after that and we�ll chat, okay?
EMI:� Okay, Gran!� Thank you for everything!
GRAN:� Goodbye, Emi-chan.� Goodbye ... goodbye ... goodbye ... goodbye ...
����� Back at Home ...
����� Emi sighs at herself in the mirror.
EMI:� Did I go a little too far?
����� She lifts her breasts in her hands, weighing them, bouncing them up and down.� She cocks her head, considering.� They certainly are huge; Emi never thought she�s see them this grand ... she never thought she�d ever see ANY breasts this grand.
EMI:� Or anyTHING!� [she laughs]� They�re the most glorious, grandest things I�ve ever seen!
����� She strikes a sassy pose, her hand raised to her full mantle of golden-orange hair, her hips thrust out, and her bosom bouncing massively in front of her, practically swooshing through the air.
EMI:� Bodacious!� Hey!
����� She laughs at this absurd moment.
EMI:� [winking at herself]� God, you�re SO sexy ...!� Now let�s find some way to wrap these babies up prettily for the party, shall we?
����� As she turns, her swinging bust clears the dresser-top, sending magazines, CDs, lipstick, and picture frames crashing to the floor.
EMI:� Oh ... maybe you went just a LITTLE bit over-board, Emi!
����� The Party Scene
YASUHIRO:� Hey, nice decorations, Keisuke!� Did you take these pictures of Emi yourself?
KEISUKE:� Yeah, mostly.
YASUHIRO:� And how exactly did you turn them into wallpaper?
KEISUKE:� Oh, well you see ...
YUYA:� Guys!� Sachie�s here!� I think you should see this!
KEISUKE:� Not now, Yuya, we�re a little busy decorating.� We want everything to be perfect before Emi comes ...
YUYA:� I really think you should see this!
YASUHIRO:� Okay, okay ...
����� The two boys put down their decorating equipment and follow Yuya through the messy, gaudily decorated front hall to the door.� There�s Sachie, alright, but not the flat-chested Shachie they know!
KEISUKE:� My GOD, Sachie-chan!� What happened to you??
����� Under her quietly pretty light blue sweater bulge two absolutely tremendous jiggling masses.
SACHIE:� [coyly primping]� I guess I�m just a late bloomer ...
YASUHIRO:� But you BLOOMED after all, huh?
KEISUKE:� Not bad, Sachie.� You want to dance?
YASUHIRO:� ACTUALLY, KEISUKE, I WAS ABOUT TO ASK�
SACHIE:� Sure thing, Keisuke, I�ll dance with you!
YASUHIRO:� But!� Um ... man ...
����� Keisuke and Sachie dash out to the dance floor, where Sachie shakes her stuff the the beat.� Keisuke can�t take his eyes from her; he�s never seen any girl jiggle so much (with the obvious exception of Emi).� The joint is �swinging,� as it were; disco lighting, loud music, loud outfits, and lots of food.� Soon the house is crouded with what appears to be the entire student body, althoguh in truth, no one is counting.
ASAMI:� Hey, Ayano, Sachie�s looking good, huh?
AYANO:� Hee hee hee!
ASAMI:� God, he doesn�t even notice!
AYANO:� Yeah!� ... When d�you think Emi�s getting here, anyway?
ASAMI:� I don�t know ... you know, no one�s seen her for, like, DAYS.� It�s weird.
AYANO:� Oh, she probably just has to recover from the fight with the Incarnation of All Evil on this Earth.
ASAMI:� Yeah, I guess.� But she�s a resiliant girl ... and it�s just weird that no one heard from her, don�t you think?
AYANO:� I guess.� Where�s you get that brownie?
ASAMI:� Um ... I don�t know.� Check the table with all the brownies.� Um ... over there.
AYANO:� Thanks.
EMI-CHAN:� GOOD EVENING, EVERYONE!!
����� All heads turn to see Emi-chan, primped, curled, and bulging from something fluffy white (and typically low-cut), striding into the center of the dance floor � the center of the crowd � her cool gloved arms raised above her slinky form, and her chest bounding in front of her like an excited animal, leaping to escape the dress whose stiches face their most improbable challenge yet.� The girl stops, pivots, grins.
EMI-CHAN:� [thinking to herself]� They can�t beleive their eyes!
����� Another moment passes in silence.� What is there to say?� Emi takes the silence as victory, and hefts the sides of her dress, shifting it more comfortably around her stupendous bust.� She laughs and raises her eyebrows as if to ask, Won�t someone say something?
EMI-CHAN:� Well, I wanted to look good for the party, so I picked out a nice dress ... and then worked on filling it!
����� She pauses for laughter, but the only sign from the crowd is one of the younger boys dashing off suddenly to the bathroom.
EMI-CHAN:� Besides, 1001 wasn�t exactly a nice, round number ...
YASUHIRO:� Hey, whad I tellya?
KEISUKE:� Emi-chan, what IS a nice, round number?
EMI-CHAN:� [slapping the side of her bosom]� These are a couple of nice, round numbers!
����� This time the crowd laughs after all, and Emi feeds off of this common energy, flaunting her wiggling bosoms more shamelessly than ever.� Sachie�s left breast chooses this moment to burst cold water all over Keisuke.
KEISUKE:� OH MY LORD!!
ASAMI:� They�re water balloons, you moron!!
SACHIE:� Oh, man ...
EMI-CHAN:� Let�s dance, guys!
����� The music starts up again and the party gets going more excitedly than ever, countless bodies jumping and sliding to the infectuous rhythm, with Emi at the center all the while, shaking, shaking, and clearly very satisfied with herself.
����� In the meantime, Yuya stands on the patio outside and watches the giddy meyhem through the glass doors.
YUYA:� Well, Emi, you are more beautiful than ever.� But you�re inside, and I�m ... always on the outside ...
����� He looks up to the broad, black and blue dome of stars and sighs to himself.
YASUHIRO:� Yuya ...
����� He has just come from inside.
YASUHIRO:� What are you doing out here, man?� Did you see Emi?!
����� He turns his head to indicate her presence indoors, but swoons when he sees her shaking her shoulders to the music, her gorgeous boobs rolling back and forth on her chest.
YUYA:� Yeah, I saw her.� Of course.� I don�t beleive it, though.
YASUHIRO:� I know ... [he laughs]� Well?� You think they�re big enough now?
YUYA:� Nope.� Not at all.� Not for Emi.� ... My gut tells me she�s just getting started ...
YASUHIRO:� Yeah.� And my dick HOPES she�s just getting started!
����� He receives a sharp jab in the arm in return for the unsolicited comment.� Inside, Emi swings to the tune of �Hooked on a Feeling�� (�Ahh, ah ah, ah I�m ... hooked on a feeling!� And I�m stuck on beleiving ... that you�re in love with meee ...�).� She times it very nicely that when the big drums beat out BONG! BONG! she thrusts her heavy juggs first one way, then the other, and the BONG! BONG! resounds in the delighting heart of every spectator.
YASUHIRO:� Jesus ... �and her cups runneth over ...�
YUYA:� But you know, Yasuhiro ... it�s troubling me.
����� Yasuhiro turns to hear his friend.
YUYA:� I think she�s much more self-absorbed these days ... well, I KNOW she is.� And I think she�s much LESS interested in me ...� For a second there, I thought I had her ... WE had EACHOTHER.� I mean, I�ve always known she�s hot.� Yeah ... I�ve always, you know ... fantasized about her.� But I guess that social world was just to scary for me to face.� So I read comics to escape ... comics about Seiyoku.� [he chuckles ironically]� I read fantasies about a girl who loved me in order to avoid her!� And now she�s ... forgotten me, I guess.
EMI-CHAN:� Yuya-kun?� ... Hey ...
����� The two boys spin guiltily to see Emi, entering the patio.� She holds her arms modestly behind her back, though this only makes her breasts project more fiercely from her frame.
YUYA:� Um ... hey ... hey!� [he laughs nerviously]
����� An awkward pause.
YASUHIRO:� ... OH!� Oh, I guess I�ll leave you two!
����� He skips off inside, giving Yuya the thumbs-up behind his back.� Then Yuya and Emi are alone.
EMI-CHAN:� [standing at a distance, prettier than ever]� Did you think I forgot you?
YUYA:� What?� No!� No, that�s not ... no, not at all!� Heh ... I was just admiring your � you!� Admiring you!� You�re beautiful tonight.� Well, all the time, really!� I didn�t mean �
����� Emi-chan begins to walk towards him, smilingly.
YUYA:� SO!� So, how IS, um ... how is ... um, school ... going?� No, not school ... uhh ... uhhhhh ...
EMI-CHAN:� Shhh ...
����� They kiss.
����� Emi pushes first, throwing her bosom onto Yuya�s chest, and her lips ... her cheek is smooth, and Yuya reels � terrifying, delightful � then pushes back, returns the embrace, holds her, holds her tightly against him, her lips, and they kiss ...
����� They part, slowly.� Yuya sees Emi-chan smiling a white smile.
EMI-CHAN:� Yuya!� I love you!
YUYA:� Really?� Me too!� I mean, I love you t�mmrph!
����� She drowns his words in another kiss, this one longer, tighter.� They kiss in the deep blue night.
YUYA:� ... Wow.
EMI-CHAN:� Pretty good, huh?
����� They laugh together.
YUYA:� We kissed ... does this mean the story�s over?
EMI-CHAN:� [suddenly concerned]� Oh!� I don�t know ... I hope not!
YUYA:� Not before we kiss again!
����� They kiss ...
THE END
Credits
Emi � Emi
Morgan � Morgan
Yuya � Yuya
Everyone else � Some other people
Jerry Lewis � Did not appear in this story
����� FADE TO BLACK
����� A voice can be heard counting:� �Two-thousand-three-hundred-fifty-five, two-thousand-three-hundred-fifty-six ...�
YUYA:� Ooff ... Emi ... there isn�t really much room in here ... you think you could give it a rest?
EMI-CHAN:� Just one more!� ... Ohh, yeaaahhh ...
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AKIOKID 1997, 1998
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